A lady had told her husband that she would be home by midnight, “She
promised!” Well, the hours passed and the margaritas went down way too easily.
And at around 3 a.m., and a bit loaded, she headed home. Just as she got in the
house, the cuckoo clock in the hallway started up and cuckooed 3 times. Quickly
realizing that her husband would probably wake up, she cuckooed another 9
times. She was really proud of herself for coming up with such a quick-witted
solution, in order to escape a possible conflict with her husband. Even when
totally smashed, “3 cuckoos, plus 9 cuckoos = 12 cuckoos, MIDNIGHT!”
The next morning when her husband asked, “What time did you get in?”
She replied, “MIDNIGHT!” And when he didn’t seem pissed in the least, she
sighed, “Whew, I got away with that one!” Then he said, “We need a new cuckoo
clock.” And when she asked him why, he said, “Well, last night our clock
cuckooed 3 times then said, oh shit. Cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat,
cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped
over the coffee table and farted.”
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